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Guy Waring reached Waterloo ten minutes too late. Nevitt had gone on by the West of England express. The porter at the labelling place "minded the gentleman well. " He was a sharp-looking gentleman, with a queer look about the eyes, and a dark moustache curled round at the corners.
"Yes, yes," Guy cried eagerly, "that's him right enough. The eyes mark the man. And where was he going to?"